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Abyssal Chronicles

In the northern part of the world, a long-standing battle between various races and the demon race has finally reached its end. The Demon Lord, a figure with black hair, red eyes, rules from her obsidian palace, having repeatedly defeated the Goddess, the strongest being in the world. However, she refrains from killing her, knowing she will only be reborn to lead another attack. As the goddess kneels before her, badly injured and helpless, the sounds of explosions echo outside, signaling the imminent victory of the alliance. Despite her immense power, the demon lord acknowledges the demon's overall weakness compared to humans and the Alliance. The development of fighting energy and mana has allowed ordinary humans to fight demons, leading to the demon army's defeat. Aware of the Alliance's intent to enslave the abyssal demon, the Demon Lord decides to cast a forbidden spell that will cost her life. As the Alliance forces storm the palace, they hesitate upon sensing the spell's energy. The Demon Lord vows to resist and be reborn to save her people. Meanwhile, the goddess reflects on the demon lord's past treatment of her and acknowledges her respect and dedication to her people. As the demon lord prepares to cast the spell, the goddess asks if she can abandon her plan and live freely. However, demon lords are duty-bound to restore the demon race's glory and protect her people. Understanding the demon lord's resolve, the goddess readies her sword, intending to clash with the demo lord's forbidden spell. The resulting explosion creates a mushroom cloud, marking the end of the conflict and the start of a new era. The Demon Lord and the Goddess become historical figures, their stories occasionally told.

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[Bonus chapter]Chapter 392: Night Lightning [6/10]

 

In the western part of Ancita Continent,

 

Within the Multiracial United Empire, in the territory of Holy Lomari.

 

The night grew deeper, and everything within the Empire seemed to settle into calmness; all appeared peaceful and serene.

 

However, just then, an ear-piercing roar erupted from a mansion on the outskirts of the capital, breaking the silence of the night.

 

"Damn it! Why is there still no news? What the heck are they doing?"

 

Inside an office within the mansion, a middle-aged man of average height, wearing black glasses and looking dignified, angrily slammed his fist onto his desk.

 

With the violent surge of deep blue magic, the once-solid desk shattered into pieces, its debris scattered all over the floor.

 

The servants and attendants in the room immediately fell to one knee. The leading manservant, with genuine fear and trepidation in his voice, pleaded: